When I don't have a new photo to publish sometimes I go back and get one like this, a flower that Sarge sent me and I can look at it again.
The bug man came. Remember the time he sent me flowers from the bug man? Memories, I have them!
It's funny how a tiny thing will bring up a memory so strong it makes me reel. And I never know when it will happen either. That's not a bad thing, not at all. I treasure each and every one I have. What a lucky gal I was to have had him for so many years.
Marriage is a funny thing. It really has ups and downs and the secret to a good marriage is to push away the downs and treasure the ups. Nothing is perfect but if love is strong it can overcome anything. And I mean anything. Honest.
I think I fell in love with Sarge the first time I laid eyes on him. He was strong, handsome, dare I say sexy?, funny, playful, a patriot, in uniform, and my heart went flip. And I never stopped loving him from that moment. He was the only man I ever fully trusted either.
He was opinionated, loyal, a fairly bad driver, bought too many new cars, got what he wanted one way or another and the best public speaker you could imagine. For a guy that was mostly quiet in a crowd he'd stand at a podium and knock your socks off.
And those are my memories today y'all... Hope yours are as good!